In a world full of dominant alphas, being an omega can be the worst. Forced to be under the control of alphas, an omega often needs to use their sexual charms solely in order to live a proper life. Meet Kyle Harper, the heir of the Harper family who happens to be the most prized omega at DHS. Being on top of the world means nothing when you're still chained. Especially when a secret lingers down your neck : a mark... On the other hand, meet Darren Wolf. Rumored to be a defective alpha while no one truly knows the story behind his suppressions. Fortune, abusive behaviors and coming of age problems, follow their journey from total strangers to inseparable souls. And a growing forbidden love that is yet to be discovered... ~This is my first Omegaverse story. Please let me know in the comments if everything makes sense or not 😆😅

Being hopeful that seclusion, nature and a fresh start can bring peace to newly divorced Travis, he begins to live out the next chapter of his life settling into a remote cabin hours from his hometown. A surprise visit from his closest neighbor, Genevieve, seems to be just what he needs to move on. But, Travis isn't the only one on this mountain that wants her and she has a secret she's taking to the grave. In his pursuit of Genevieve, Travis uncovers the mysteries buried in these woods and a love that will haunt him forever. But, his courtship is put on hold when the small town sheriff makes him the number one suspect in a murder investigation. While he's desperately trying to prove his innocence, he has to survive the real killer. Whoever, or whatever, that may be. This is a story of brutality, heartbreak, terror and mystery. It is filled with blood, humor, romance and more. Including a huge, surprise, twist-ending that even the most dedicated horror fans will not see coming.

As an omega who's surrendered himself to the care of alphas, Blake is used to being played with, teased, and claimed. Pleasure without strings, play without promises. He'd always been comfortable with the arrangement... until the day Miguel walked in. The moment their eyes met, they knew. They're fated mates. Genres & Tropes: MxM, Omegaverse, fated mates, smut, cnc, bdsm elements, romance, comedy, slice of life, mystery, thriller First time posting on Wattpad. Not thinking too hard with this one, just wanna write two horny fools falling in love. If you like possessive love, teasing domination, and a lot of kinky smut in between, this might be for you. This fic will not be too long; I plan for it to be 22-25 chapters total. I also plan to post daily, as I have been so far. So if everything goes well, full fic will be out in 3 weeks.

A 24 year old street gangster who dropped out college is met with a 20 year old orphan who has just started her new life in her dream university. Is the life the one she was hoping for, or maybe even better? Or worse....

A secret agent, dead officially, but alive unofficially. She works in a law firm, or an underground for where the government hides their wrongdoings, where the powerful launders their guilt. Now, to meet her is a junior lawyer, another secret agent, who is not a junior after all

Hey assbutt! Yes you! What are you still doing out here? The show's about to start. Come on in! (It's just memes and weird little me)

"Walk into my parlor," said the spider to the fly. "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy." He was the villain. She was the hero. That was all Agent Hayes ever needed to get the job done. Born into a legacy of national service, codes, rules, and laws were etched into her very bones. Right and wrong might be matters of perception, but the law was absolute. The law was order. Yet, with every brush against the elusive criminal, her once-unshakable worldview trembled. Deception was second nature to her in undercover work. She had dismantled empires of evil with nothing more than a smile. Veterans of crime had been reduced to nothing, undone by their failure to see her coming. But this time, in a twisted game of I-spy, even with all her skills and strategies, she still couldn't catch the fly. She set out to unravel a single thread of lies, but for each one she pulled, ten more tangled knots appeared. The deeper she delved, the darker and more treacherous the path became-until, in a moment of piercing clarity, she realized the truth: she wasn't the one spinning the web. She wasn't the spider at all. She was the fly. And he was the Spider King.